I roll the film so very fast,
Time is moving at last,
I rewind the pictures at a slow-moving pace,
my memories I can't erase,
as the pictures spread through out my brain,
one of me in the rain,
drops dripping down my face,
I soak the image of your embrace,
I remember that day I said I do,
to the time I first met you.
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